Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 37 | Savior

          This was the first major surgery I'd scrubbed in on since having Hallow Hex. It was intense and wore me down. Emerson wanted to stay overnight to monitor the patient, meaning I was staying. JC decided to stay on call for the night, which gave me a little sanity back. He's a lot more normal when it comes to having a conversation. Not that we talked much, because by the time we were out of surgery, we were both ready to pass out. I was so fucking tired, I hadn't even remembered to call Chris before I fell asleep in the longue.

          "Oh, Angelooo," Emerson sang as he walked into the room. I groaned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I'd only gotten about two hours of sleep, and I doubt he got any. How the fuck can he stay so damn happy? He smirked at me, "There's someone here to see you."

          He moved aside from the doorway. My tired mind managed to wake up the second I saw my beloved husband. Well, woke up somewhat. I was still fucking sleepy.

          "Hey," I softly smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't call to tell you I wasn't coming home tonight." My sentence barely escaped my mouth before I yawned.

          "It's alright, Angel. I called Emerson's office, to make sure you were okay. Remington told me him and Sebastian had a long surgery and you'd be staying the night." Chris leaned over and kissed me briefly. "I brought you some leftovers from dinner. Figured it was better than hospital food."

          "What would I do without you?" I beamed. In my tired state, I had almost forgotten why I was staying overnight. Glancing past Chris, I asked Emerson, "Did you call the family yet?"

          "No. On the small chance we are wrong about our John Doe, I wouldn't want to upset anyone. I also figured it'd be best to leave that in your hands." He answered.

          I grumbled, "They always make residence do the shitty work."

          "I heard that." He replied as he walked out the door.

          "You know it's true!" I snapped. Sighing, I rested my head on Chris' shoulder, "I can't keep up like I used to. I'm getting old."

          He chuckled, petting my hair, "You're pretty damn spry for your age, Babe. I mean, you've got more energy than me most the time and you're five centuries older. That reminds me, your birthday is coming up."

          "I don't want anything." I was quick to say.

          "It's your 1000th. Seriously, you don't want to celebrate that?"

          I glanced up at him, "No, not really. It's 1000 years full of mistakes and pain. There's a lot more bad than good in my past and I don't want to celebrate that I'm some relic."

          Chris sighed, "Alright. If you say so. I still get to give you birthday sex at least, right?"

          A laugh escaped my lips, though I wanted to act mad at him for being such a hounddog. I playfully smacked his shoulder, "No sex talk at work."

          "Oh, c'mon, there's no one around!" He responded as he gestured around the room.

          I stood up, taking the bag of food he'd brought me and setting it in the lounge fridge. "You never know who could walk in." My smile and tone dropped, "Or be rushed in."

          "Huh?"

          Sighing deeply, I stood up straight. I knew I had to address it but I surely didn't want to. Chris took Tokyo's death about as hard as his own parents did. I'm not sure if he's as connected to their other children. From what I've seen, he doesn't have nearly as close of a relationship with Felix, but who's to say he didn't with Cecil?